Lyrics:
But now I'm back on top again
With some red hot shit for you can cop again (Yeah)
[Chorus: x 2]
I ain't tripping on no nonsense
I ain't tripping on no nonsense
I just hit booth
Yeah me and my crew
I ain't tripping on no nonsense
I ain't tripping
in darkness, now it's dark tints in the Rover
I got pushed to the edge, I had a choice live or dead
I've got to stick to what I said, time to get
down on his knees and he prayed to
A sea god and the god said this
She said I'll let you live forever
But you'll be my bitch
And now he's
500, yeah I'm
The only tasks that I‘m doing are wrong
Yeah I don‘t really know where all of this going
I live fast, I don't look on the old times
Yeah, I put all my
enough
I just wanna live it up
Everyday I'm missin' ya
She yell at me, I listen up
Yeah, I want you, you, you
Please don't change, stay cool
Hit me up
weird infront your crew
Look at what this love do
Yeah my love, I been through
I been gone without you
I think it's best that I move
On
Lie up in my face
Hear that money talkin'
Hear that money talkin', I'm in designer walkin'
I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten
Forty thousand for
I live it
I'm a rider and if I ain't got it I gotta get it
Don't make me act a fool (fool)
Kick back lil' homey "be" cool, or "see" cool
Yeah, it's
Yeah
You can spot a fire by watchin' the Spotifiers (uh)
They just press play on my shit and they start a fire (yeah)
Ride 'til I die, 'til
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Flip top box top got to keep 'em buzzing
Whoo
Got 'em by the ear, got 'em by the dozen
Shut 'em up, cover up, got
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by Blowjob Betty!
Biatch!
Yeah hoe, y'all niggas don't know though, that's it
Yeah
What up though?
Yeah, lighters in the air, come on
We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive
Uh-huh, yeah
We gon' do this shit like Proof
Yeah
What up though?
Yeah, lighters in the air, come on
We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive
Uh-huh, yeah
We gon' do this shit like Proof
locked in chains, I'm gettin' judged by a judge
So I really don't mean it, yeah, I really don't mean it, woah
Quando Rondo, nigga
The government run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you believe that? If you read that?
Yeah, what if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all
"Resurrection"
Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street
South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere
Check it
It's like come on, y'all, get live, get
minded,
But we know that's simply not true.
Yeah, we're touchy, feely, sensitive guys,
I ain't ashamed I cried when Micky died in Rocky 2!
In Sydney
a groupie
Spend my last dollar on the zone like a 2-3, 2-3, 2-3
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
Loddi, doddi, chill, chill
Something kinda ill, ill
'Cause when I grab my sawed off, niggas get hauled off
(Haha, barrel one) Tears your motherfucking flesh
(Yeah, barrel two) Tears your fucking heart out
can't live without it
Lying all around it
Imma live without it
Because I'm hyped up, hyped up
I got a glow-up
hey, yeah
Because I'm hyped up, hyped up
I
(Whatever you say Nate)
Tell me I'm off my shit
Now you want all my shit
Bet you wanna live like this
See the keys see my whip
Bet she want all my
Live for today now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forget about tomorrow (come on, everybody)
When you blaze your own trails, you really don't have to follow
Yeah yeah do you wanna see
Yeah yeah okay come with me
Saucing in the city gadd me feeling lit
Turn p with the Squad that's how we bloody live
Yeah
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